Looking at the camera with a horrified look on his face, Wan Yunting frowned, looked at the words he had written on the ground, bent over, picked it up and looked at it carefully. He couldn't see anything strange, and said: "It's normal, why?
Will it be weird?”
At this time, Gu Luotang, Huang Yaodong, Zhao Yushi, and Lin Yushu also came up and looked at the calligraphy he held in both hands. As a result, they just stared at it for about six seconds, and suddenly they felt like they had been stabbed in the throat by a sword.
The strange feeling appeared, which scared Gu Luotang and Huang Yaodong into cold sweats, and they stepped back and said in shock: "Brother Yunting, you...there seems to be something wrong with your word!"
Wan Yunting immediately put away the words and turned to look at Gu Luotang, whose pretty face turned white and looked frightened. Huang Yaodong and Lin Yushu also had frightened faces. They nodded and said tremblingly: "It suddenly appeared in my mind just now that I was struck by a sword.
Stung in the throat, there is a suffocating feeling!"
Wan Yunting was shocked. He opened the calligraphy in his hand and looked at it. Suddenly, he thought of the problem...
"Okay, everyone, be quiet."
At this time, Liu Shuhuai stood up and took the microphone to calm down the people who caused the commotion. Although he didn't know what was going on, the words written by Wan Yunting had successfully aroused their interest.
Even Yuan Deyou wanted to take a look. He glanced at Huangfu Hongfang and the others, and shouted to Wan Yunting: "Bring the work up, and we will show it to you on the spot. Isn't it just a set of words? It can still scare you."
Dead people."
But Wan Yunting hesitated, knowing that when he wrote this calligraphy just now, he used the brush as a sword and completely integrated his sword intention into the book. If someone with a weak mind saw it, he would definitely feel like being stabbed by a sword.
A suffocating feeling in the throat.
"Contestant, don't be stunned, bring your work up and show it to us."
When Liu Shuhuai saw Wan Yunting standing still, he shouted again.
As a result, he put away the calligraphy, raised his head and said to them: "Dear teachers, there is indeed something wrong with my work. Please consider me giving up on this competition."
"What, why did you give up the game..."
These words instantly caused a commotion in the audience. Even Shen He and Liu Shuhuai looked at each other, not expecting that the young man would give up the game.
"It's not Xiao Wan. How could there be something wrong with your handwriting? Please bring it up quickly and show it to Chairman Shen and others."
As soon as he heard that Wan Yunting was about to give up the game, Fang Guowen couldn't sit still, stood up and shouted to him hurriedly.
Wan Yunting shook his head and said: "Uncle Fang, it's not convenient for others to read my handwriting, so let's forget it."
"this…"
Hearing what he said, Fang Guowen became even more anxious.
"alright!"
Yuan Deyou, who was sitting in the middle of the judges' table, spoke. He looked directly at Wan Yunting and said: "Young man, please bring the work up quickly. Don't waste everyone's time. We have to review the work later. Hurry up.
…”
Immediately, Fang Guowen left the table and walked over to Wan Yunting. He grabbed the rolled-up calligraphy in his hand and said, "Xiao Wan, don't give up the game. Show this calligraphy to Chairman Shen and others. Maybe there will be a chance."
!”
"But…"
Seeing Fang Guowen snatching away the calligraphy, Wan Yunting was a little worried, but he had already taken the calligraphy and turned around, came to Yuan Deyou, Shen He and Liu Shuhuai, put it on the table, opened it, and said with a smile: "Chairman Shen,
Mr. Yuan, take a look..."
All the judges present stood up one after another, stretched their necks, and looked at the calligraphy placed on the table in front of Yuan Deyou, Shen He, and Liu Shuhuai. The crazy cursive font was like a long sword in the hand of an ancient knight.
The sword appeared in front of everyone. The sharp sword aura exuded an oppressive murderous aura. Yuan Deyou, Shen He and Liu Shuhuai, the judges, could not help but widen their eyes, their faces gradually turned pale, and their bodies
Started to tremble slightly...
Clang!
Suddenly there was a buzzing sound of sword energy in their ears, and then Shen He and Liu Shuhuai's hearts suddenly thumped, as if they saw a long sword stabbing their throats, and they subconsciously stepped back. hide…
thump……
Shen He and Liu Shuhuai tripped over the chairs behind them one after another. Some people sat down on the ground, while others slumped back on the chairs. Their faces were all pale and they couldn't help but touch their necks. Their eyes were filled with panic...
"Chairman Shen..."
Fang Guowen and Hu Tianchi were shocked, and then they saw Yuan Deyou, who was sitting in the middle, slumped back on his chair. As a result, he stared in fear, his body trembled violently, his hands grabbed his neck, and his face turned frighteningly white. His breathing was rapid, as if he couldn't breathe, and Fang Guowen was so frightened that he shouted: "Mr. Yuan, what's wrong with you?"
Huangfu Hongfang and others on the side also noticed that something was wrong with Yuan Deyou, and immediately shouted "Teacher" and ran over one after another...
"Oh my god, what's going on..."
Suddenly, everyone at the scene was frightened by Yuan Deyou's scene, causing a commotion. Shen He and Liu Shuhuai came to their senses instantly. Seeing this scene, they were so anxious that they immediately shouted: "Hurry, call an ambulance..."
When Wan Yunting saw this, he immediately rushed forward and grabbed Yuan Deyou's wrist. Then he checked his pale face and rolled his old eyes. He was sweating profusely and knew that he was attracted by his painting that contained the terrifying sword intent. Zi was so frightened that his whole body had symptoms of convulsions...
"Wan Yunting, what are you doing?"
Seeing Wan Yunting suddenly come up to touch the teacher, Huangfu Hongfang glared and roared angrily.
As a result, Wan Yunting said to him with a cold face: "Don't forget that I am a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. If you don't want anything to happen to your teacher, just shut up!"
"Yes, yes, everyone, don't worry, Xiao Wan is a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine..."
Fang Guowen reacted and quickly said to Shen He and Liu Shuhuai.
Gu Luotang, Huang Yaodong and Zhao Yushi also came up. Everyone looked nervously at Yuan Deyou, who was trembling with convulsions. Wan Yunting lifted up the corner of his shirt and pulled out a silver needle from the corner of his shirt, an invisible force The qi machine wrapped the silver needle to achieve the effect of disinfection, and pierced Yuan Deyou's Renzhong acupoint using the needle-lifting method. Then Wan Yunting's left hand gently tapped the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head!
Immediately, he saw Yuan Deyou's eyes turning white, and his whole body was shocked. The violent spasms and tremors all over his body slowly stopped. Then he took a deep breath, and his heart that had stopped suddenly recovered. beat…
"Okay, let him drink some water to slow down his breathing."
Wan Yunting then pulled out the silver needle from Yuan Deyou's acupuncture point and said to Huangfu Hongfang and others next to him.
"Come to Mr. Yuan, drink some water..."
Liu Shuhuai immediately picked up Yuan Deyou's teacup on the table and gave him a sip of hot water to calm down. The old man slowly came back to his senses, but when he saw the words on the table, he was immediately frightened. Shivering, the old face trembled with lingering fear and said: "Quickly, tear it up quickly..."
Only then did everyone realize that Wan Yunting's calligraphy on the table, Shen He and Liu Shuhuai, also had lingering fears on their faces. This calligraphy was indeed a bit evil. One glance at it made people feel like a sword had pierced their throats. It makes people feel frightened and terrified.
Wan Yunting immediately put away his calligraphy and said helplessly: "Forget it, just think that I gave up the game."
At this moment, the judges Shen He and Liu Shuhuai said nothing. Yuan Deyou, who had regained consciousness, waved his hands angrily, "Hurry up and leave with your calligraphy..."
Faced with Yuan Deyou's expulsion, Wan Yunting didn't care. Anyway, he didn't care about the Lanting Award calligraphy competition. He turned to leave, but Fang Guowen stopped him, then turned back to Yuan Deyou and Shen He and said: "Mr. Yuan." , how about giving him another chance and writing another work for the competition?"
Seeing that Fang Guowen still wanted to fight for himself, Wan Yunting wanted him not to do so, but Hu Tianchi also stopped him...
Shen He and Liu Shuhuai looked at each other. Although they were really frightened by Wan Yunting's calligraphy just now, and Yuan Deyou was almost frightened to death, this can only show that Wan Yunting's calligraphy has reached the level of perfection and is otherworldly. After hearing Fang Guowen's suggestion, Shen He nodded and said, "Then I'll give you another chance to write a new work."
Liu Shuhuai nodded and said, "But I can only give you ten minutes this time!"
"Okay, ten minutes is enough."
Seeing that the two art association presidents agreed, Fang Guowen was happy and turned to Wan Yunting and said: "Xiao Wan, just write another work."
Seeing this, Wan Yunting could only nod and said, and handed the rolled-up calligraphy in his hand to Gu Luotang, "Don't open it."
As he spoke, he returned to the scene...
Fang Guowen asked the supervising teacher to bring him a piece of rice paper. Wan Yunting did not dare to incorporate his sword intention into calligraphy like before. He also asked Gu Luotang to read him a gentler poem. Poetry, and Wan Yunting spent a few minutes to re-write a piece of work using Kuang cursive calligraphy.
This time, his work restrained the sword spirit, but his superb calligraphy skills were also displayed. After seeing it this time, the judges Shen He and Liu Shuhuai were not as impressed as they had been with his first work before. With the suffocating feeling of the sword sealing the throat, the judges breathed a sigh of relief and asked Wan Yunting and others to leave, waiting for the news of the top ten works.
But Wan Yunting's performance on the field today caused a sensation. It appeared on local TV news and several online platforms that Wan Yunting was drinking on the field and then wrote a shocking speech. The work almost scared the main judge Yuan Deyou to death!
As soon as this news came out, it caused a sensation in the art world, and netizens felt that this was too exaggerated. How could someone be so frightened to death by a single word?
But the entire scene was recorded live by the cameraman. Everyone saw the live broadcast. Yuan Deyou was so frightened that his eyes turned white. The two chairmen of the art association, Shen He and Liu Shuhuai, were also frightened so much that their souls almost broke. Huangfu Hong was also frightened. Fang, Ning Yuqing and others were so frightened that their faces turned pale and their whole bodies were trembling...
For a while, some people were doubtful, and people who believed it said that Wan Yunting's wild cursive calligraphy work must have cast some kind of evil spell to make people scared and fascinated by it at a glance.
And some people don’t believe it at all, thinking that this is the official hype method for holding the Lanting Award Calligraphy Competition...
Wudang Mountain, the holy land of Chinese Taoism, is also known as Taihe Mountain, Xieluo Mountain and Xianshi Mountain. In ancient times, it was known as Taiyue, Xuanyue and Dayue.
Wudang Mountain is located in Checheng City in the northwest of Hubei Province, bordering Xiangyang City to the east, Checheng City to the west, Shennongjia to the south, and the Danjiangkou Reservoir at the source of the middle line of the South-to-North Water Diversion Project to the north.
Wudang Mountain is a famous Taoist mountain and the birthplace of Wudang martial arts. In ancient times, it had the reputation of "an unparalleled scenic spot throughout the ages and the best fairy mountain in the world".
At the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Sanfeng gathered his achievements and founded the Wudang Sect, which produced countless Taoist celebrities and was the leader of all major sects in China!
Passed down to this day, Zhong Yulong, the fourteenth head of the Sanfeng Sect, with the Taoist name Qingyun, is the authentic head of the Wudang Sect today!
Rumor has it that the leader of Zhong Yulong has learned the superior Kung Fu of the Wudang Sect and reached the legendary pinnacle of martial arts that sees gods and is indestructible, becoming the second Zhang Sanfeng!
However, these are just rumors. The head of the Wudang Sect rarely appears in front of the public. Regardless of whether the sect participates in various worldly activities, his eldest disciple Xianyun is basically responsible for it.
Therefore, there are also rumors among the disciples of the Wudang Sect that Xianyun, the eldest disciple of Zhong Yulong, may be the next authentic leader of the Wudang Sect!
Headmaster Zhong Yulong has nine disciples under his sect, all of whom have extraordinary talents. Except for senior brother Xianyun, the other eight disciples rarely appear in front of the public.
Because they basically practice in the inner sect of Wudang Sect and live on the mountains, everyone has his or her own path.
There is a thatched house in the mountains, made of simple mud walls. There are many chickens, ducks and some injured small animals in the mountains in the courtyard. Next to it are three neat small vegetable gardens, with many vegetables growing in them, but at this moment
There has been a lot of light snowfall in Hubei, and the cabbage leaves are also covered with snowflakes, which have frozen into ice crystals...
The sun came out this afternoon. The weak sunlight refracted down and warmed the body. However, on one side of the corner of the earthen wall, I saw a thin figure wearing a gray robe and long black and messy hair.
, tied into a Taoist bun with a branch.
She inserted her hands into each other's sleeves and squatted under the heels of the earth wall. A pair of piercing eyes were staring at a small grass growing in the gap of the earth wall, and she was in a daze...